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The Next Godsend
Join Date: Aug 2004
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New Short Poem
Don't really know what came about this poem, just in one of my wierd moods as of late. So feedback wanted!
Fatal Heaven and Blissful Hell Calling and writhing it is all but just dying Falling and tithing as it begins to try flying Breathing and hiding as it always was trying Speaking and fighting for it begins lying Looking and drowning from all the denying Breaking and frowning as it still comes crying Laughing and sighing at the complying Stealing and sighting all of the buying Fatal Heaven & Blissful Hell Scarlet Hearts & Faded Tales Seeking and watching the souls that are hurting Dancing and talking to angels as if flirting Wording and moving almost as if blurting Tearing and ripping at its coating Soothing and wondering as it becomes floating Hosting and toasting to all of its boasting Fatal Heaven & Blissful Hell Scarlet Hearts & Faded Tales |
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Old School
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i like it
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I've heard you say many times That you're better 'n no one And no one is better 'n you. If you really believe that, You know you got Nothing to win and nothing to lose. From fixtures and forces and friends, Your sorrow does stem, That hype you and type you, Making you feel That you must be exactly like them. |
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Old School
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yea ive had a few like that lately, cant even remember what sparked them
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I've heard you say many times That you're better 'n no one And no one is better 'n you. If you really believe that, You know you got Nothing to win and nothing to lose. From fixtures and forces and friends, Your sorrow does stem, That hype you and type you, Making you feel That you must be exactly like them. |
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